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Lirik Lagu I Ain't Goin - Three 6 Mafia

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(Lord Infamous)Sound the alarmInfamous comesFrom the slumsLookin' them doneWithin' they pumpCough the thoughtsBitches are numbNiggas they runAll of my gunsDroppin' a fussFilish the woundBitches are doomAt high noonBilly the KidSplatter his wigWithout a clueNiggas get blueOff they shoesWhat's up dead foolI got my toolsDon't get the rulesIt's up to youWhat will you doHere comes the ratHere comes the tatHit 'em with batsChop off they assBlow up the gatsDon't hit a mackInfamous packedDown for a jackReady to buckWantin' to fuckTestin' my nutsYou will get stuckDown in the rutFillin' the slugsEmpty your gutAll on the rug(?) dugAll on my mugThey will payWhen I'm comin' with the shanksAnd my dankAnd the chains
(Koopsta Knicca)Fallin' up and down the streetLookin' for some shit to creepNiggas knowin' my bogus tagsAnd they pull up they gangsta settsThey knowin' bout my rollPart of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hardAnd dumpin' trick in a ditchThat's my hobby cause I ain't readyIn the bushes where I hangBut you want to be a wild thangAnd throw yo ass up in my faceNow I got your little monkey assNo I'm not a scapulaSo try to break it off with the rest of your dough(?) the rest of yo bag(???)Which will die or bleed eliteWatch yo body hit the street(?) they say where you layNo one knows your damn faceBut I do and that's a factCome play the game of pitty patI thought you on the railroad trackSlice yo head and leave you dead
ChorusI'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' businessI ain't goin' bitchSavin' none of ya hoes and I never be...
(Juicy "J")Ain't no fuckin' negotiatin'When the nines cockedDon't get yourself in a situationStraight to a pineboxI think it's time for meditationTo all this crime stopThree 6 known for demonstratin'For makin' bodies dropSometimes it's like I'm in a movieLike the movie ScreamThese niggas don't say nothing to meCause I be lookin' meanAnd if you stick a knife right through meCut through my bloodstreamYou hoes ass niggas better kill meCuase fool this ain't no dreamI'm comin' for you like I'm crazyStraight out the institutionLike a mafia member pay meThey know there nothin' to itTo leave my house lazyAnd throw her in a sewerThe 97 you can't fade meWhen I got something to do with it
(DJ Paul)Now we got some killas in the houseWhen you claim you couldn't tellDo I need to leave it here?(buck, buck, buck)To leave your ass convincedOr do we need to put some kick dose on you fucky hoesMack 10's and 12's rebelWE got this under controlAnd when we call this type of dealIt's a splash partyWhen them brains paint the wallIt's Dj Paully all off of ya'llWatch me blasWatch me grasp for this stashRip off this maskI done got hotter hope it's all cashAnd the n we hopin' in this essenseBut throw them gatsThe mask and sacks of cash in Juicy's LexusAnd now we goin' out own separate waysWe got six hundred and sixty-six ways to get paid
Chorus